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Chapter 37

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    When Wanyun was packing her luggage, she saw the knife given to her by Feng Jian again.  During the gambling a few days ago, the man unceremoniously won away her brooch and watch, and he still has no desire to return them.  However, Feng Jian did not offer to take the knife back.

    Looking at the little dagger again under the light, it was just like it was in the darkness that night. It was unremarkable and unremarkable. Only when you hold it in your hand does it feel weighty and cool.

    Wan Yun obeyed Feng Jian¡¯s instructions and did not let him use his sword at will.  She thought for a moment and put it in her daily bag.

    "If the honeymoon trip made them a little closer, it is clear that their relationship has stagnated at that point.

    After Feng Jian returned to the city, he re-radiated his vitality for life.  Whether it was intentional or not, the two of them could only meet in the morning every day from now on. Usually Feng Jian was in high spirits getting ready for work early in the morning. After seeing her, he nodded slightly and went out immediately.  And when he came back wearing the stars and the moon, Wan Yun was already sleeping.

    More than once, Zhen¡¯s mother hinted that she was dissatisfied with her uncle¡¯s overworked work and the fact that the two of them still lived in separate rooms. He Long didn¡¯t know if he heard the news, but stayed put.

    Wanyun thought she had made her attitude clear towards Feng Jian. In fact, her position was very clear. Since she had chosen to drag Feng Jian into the marriage, she would not resist any marital obligations, but please don't expect her to take the initiative - Feng Jian was then  After hearing this, he was noncommittal, raised his lips and smiled coldly, always keeping a distance from her.

    If the current laissez-faire attitude is the marital status Feng Jian really wants - Wan Yun thought, she would be happy to keep it.  But the question is, what does Feng Jian want?

    Wan Yun thought lightly that everything Feng Jian did was obviously utilitarian, but he seemed to have less hope for this marriage than she did.  He Long always complained that she was stubborn, so Wanyun thought maybe she could go see Feng Jian.  The man didn't mind showing emotion, telling lies, and refusing to tell the truth - she might make him angry, but she couldn't see through him at all.

    Putting down the dozens of newly collected oil paintings in his hand, Wan Yun came back to his senses and looked back.

    Behind her, the curator was sleeping soundly on the sofa.  The air conditioner in the room was very cool. The old man's bald head was leaning against the wall, and his mouth was wide open, revealing his back molars, like a fat bird waiting to be fed.  Despite this, the old man is quite a famous figure in the field of art.

    Wan Yun stood up and walked over to pat his smooth head unceremoniously.

    The curator snorted and opened his eyes in protest. He first touched the rimless glasses from the side and put them on, then muttered: "You don't know how to call me properly? You just got back from a wedding. Don't you know that women need to be gentle?"

    Wan Yun said softly: "I have already chosen what I want."

    The curator stood up stiffly and gently shook his huge head from side to side, making a crunching sound from his joints.  "How was your honeymoon?" He continued to move his head and asked casually, "There will be an exhibition of emerging painters next week. Do you want to come over again to pick out works?"

    Wan Yun put on gloves, wrapped the oil painting with protective film himself, and tied it tightly with hemp rope: "What day is it?"

    The curator muttered behind her: "Really? Is your husband willing to let you go? I read in the magazine that he controls you very strictly." He sighed and asked, "Xiao Yunyun, why are you in such a hurry to get married? I have a lot of money here.  The young talents are still waiting for you¡ª¡ª"

    Wan Yun reminded him gently: "Director, you were a very failed matchmaker."

    The old man's face stiffened slightly, and then he said naturally: "It's a good thing that you got married. Now that you're back from your honeymoon, what gift do you bring me?"

    Wan Yun raised her eyebrows and was about to answer when her phone buzzed and vibrated.  Feng Jian's voice came: "I have arrived at the square on the opposite corner. Come down."

    After Feng Jian parked the car, he lowered the window and stared lifelessly at the fountain in the square, the chirping white pigeons, and the artist who recorded these scenes in sketches, and then looked away lifelessly.  .

    The second day back to the city is Wednesday.

    Feng Jian worked overtime for two consecutive days, finished processing the documents that he had not read carefully during the vacation, held two efficient meetings, finished all the details that he thought were lengthy, and answered all the emails. He felt that he was about to become the leader of the entire universe.  Owner.  His body was tired and his mind was excited, so he went to the swimming pool next door and swam forty laps to get a New Year's Pass.

    Until Hua Feng forwarded Wanyun¡¯s phone message, she said on the other end of the phone: ¡°We¡¯re back from our honeymoon, we should go back to Li¡¯s old house on the weekend.¡± After a pause, ¡°If it¡¯s convenient for you, can you pick me up after get off work?¡±

    Feng Jian held the microphone for a long time before realizing that even as the master of the universe, he would still have a wife and mother-in-law, and life would never be smooth sailing.

    The sun is very strong, and it is very hot and boring.  Just as he raised his wrist to look at his watch impatiently again,Wan Yun finally appeared across the long street.  Wearing sunglasses and a hat, she held a large stack of flat weights in her hands, seemingly overwhelmed.

    Feng Jian had no choice but to get out of the car, quickly cross the road, take the things in Wanyun's hand, frowned and said: "What are you holding?" Then took a breath, "Did you buy something new?"

    Wan Yun glanced at him: "New paintings in my gallery."

    Feng Jian hummed, but heard a contrived cough coming from behind her.

    Wanyun raised his hand and introduced: "This is Director Hu."

    Feng Jian then discovered that a fat old man was slowly following Wan Yun behind him.  Wan Yun, who was full of burdens, must have empty hands, strange clothes, and a wretched appearance.  In other words, very artistic.

    He nodded slightly.  The curator looked Feng Jian up and down with his beady eyes, and then he didn't bother to chat with him. He just pointed back and said arrogantly: "I have selected a lot of paintings this time and they are all piled at the door. You are here just in time. Move them together."  Let¡¯s go.¡±

    Treat him completely as a coolie.

    Wan Yun frowned slightly at the side and was about to speak.  Feng Jian didn't say much. He frowned and confirmed the ownership of the album to Wan Yun. Then he took off his suit jacket and threw it to her. He rolled up his shirt sleeves and walked over, starting to move the pile of oil paintings to the back seat of the car.

    The curator and Wan Yun stood in the shade under the tree and stared at Feng Jian.

    The curator raised his eyebrows in surprise and said, "This guy is different from what I imagined."

    Wan Yun hugged the man's suit with both arms and saw that Feng Jian's face was slightly sweaty under the sunset, and his jaw was tense due to exertion.  She was silent for a moment and smiled: "Indeed."

    The curator smacked his lips, obviously trying to make use of the topic, but when he saw Wanyun's eyes, he stopped talking and just said: "Are you two not in bed yet?"

    Wanyun raised his eyebrows: "Don't you think this question is rude?"

    "If you two have sex in the future, remember to buy him a suit and tie." The curator rubbed his chin, "If this kid is really as dedicated to work as written in the magazine, he should at least invest in a good suit first.  .Look at the color of his tie, even my boyfriend is not that badly dressed!"

    Wan Yun said calmly: "Which boyfriend is yours? The ghost guy who dumped you last month is still the little model this month."

    The elder of the museum became angry: "Shut up." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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